I am surrounded by family,
a family I should know but don't.
I don't want to know them;
the fake smiles and well wishes make me ill
while the smell of an over-cooked turkey clogs the air.
When someone asks "How are you"
I give the expected response
along with the expected smile and nod.
The motions are like a dance learned long ago,
so long that the movements come before thought.
Is this what family is?
Is this what love is supposed to be;
where you cannot even give an honest answer
for fear of upsetting tradition?
It didn't start that way,
and I'll be damned if I have to keep it that way.
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I had a family until I was 10 years old, and my mother took me away from it. Then when I was 12 she alienated me by disowning and abandoning me. Family? I haven't been a part of a family since I was 10.
Have a happy Thanksgivng anyway.
Love & hugs,
Barbara
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